Chapter 147 The Fall of the Wu Clan

Wu Sansi trembled all over. As he looked at Lin Feng, his very soul seemed to shudder.

Lin Feng mobilized his spiritual sense and directly pressed it down upon Wu Sansi with overwhelming pressure.

One must know that Lin Feng now possessed spiritual sense. To say nothing of dealing with a low-level martial artist like Wu Sansi, even a Grandmaster realm martial artist might not be able to withstand the full brunt of Lin Feng's spiritual oppression.

"Boom—!"

A deafening roar exploded within Wu Sansi's mind. He jerked his head up, only to suddenly discover that the sky above had turned into a bloody moon. Even more terrifying was the surging sea of blood at his feet, alongside a Rakshasa ghost face that abruptly materialized beside the crimson moon!

This Rakshasa ghost face bore a startling seven to eight tenths resemblance to Lin Feng.

"Wu Sansi, right here in front of everyone, tell the complete truth about how you leaked the secrets of the Soaring Dragon Squad's mission, causing the mission to fail and leading to heavy casualties in the Southern Frontier!"

This towering, monstrous fiend with its azure face, sharp fangs, and a mouth reeking of blood made Wu Sansi's heart tremble violently, stripping him of all self-control.

Wu Sansi felt as though the Lin Feng before his eyes was no longer human, but a Rakshasa god of slaughter hailing from the nethermost depths of hell. His heart felt as though it was about to stop from sheer terror, and his courage was utterly shattered.

Daring not conceal anything further, he poured out a full confession right on the spot:

"It wasn't me! It was my father! The Wu family wanted to take control of the Soaring Dragon Squad and deliberately sent me into their ranks, attempting to become the squad's actual ruler through personal strength and prestige. But the previous instructor seemed to sense the Wu family's intentions, and so he repeatedly suppressed me, causing me endless frustration."

"It wasn't until the Asura Sect stirred up chaos in the Southern Frontier and the Soaring Dragon Squad was dispatched to quell the rebellion that my father felt the opportunity had arrived. He ordered me to leak all the mission details to the Asura Sect and led the martial family members within the Soaring Dragon Squad to temporarily withdraw, all for the purpose of killing with a borrowed knife!"

Under the oppressive might of Lin Feng's spiritual sense, Wu Sansi blurted out everything.

"Slander! This is barefaced slander! Lin Feng, you must have tortured him to extract a confession! You must have done this out of personal vengeance, using torture to frame the Wu family!"

The crime of treason was an unpardonable offense that warranted the execution of one's entire clan!

Once proven and spread throughout the martial world of Huaxia, the Wu family would never be able to hold their heads high again.

The centuries-old foundation of the Wu family would also be utterly ruined in his hands!

"You unfilial wretch! You actually allied with outsiders to frame your own family, turning traitor and spitting venom—what use do I have for you!"

Faced with such a desperate crisis, Wu Sixun could no longer care about anything else. Cutting off his arm to ensure survival, he fiercely launched a strike, bringing his steel staff crashing straight down toward Wu Sansi's crown, intent on executing the only living witness under his weapon.

"Clang—!"

How could Lin Feng possibly give him the chance? The Kunwu sword left its scabbard with a silver flash, intercepting Wu Sansi right before him.

The steel staff, forged primarily from tungsten gold using ancient metallurgical techniques and hammered thousands of times, collided with the precious sword in Lin Feng's hand and was snapped in half instantly.

The hardest tip of the staff even broke off and flew through the air, crashing heavily onto the ground.

"How is this possible! My precious staff!"

This was the heirloom staff of the Wu family, the personal weapon passed down through generations of family heads, and the very symbol of the patriarchy.

And now, the heirloom was broken into two pieces!

"Wu Sixun, did you really think you could get away with it by fiercely killing Wu Sansi? You are far too naive. Do you honestly think I would mobilize so many resources to draw the snake out of its hole without concrete proof? These are the investigation results from the Ministry of State Security. I'm sorry, but the Asura Sect deacon who contacted you has already been captured, and all the evidence of your communications is right here!"

Lin Feng tossed a dossier toward Wu Sixun. This was the very same dossier that the shadowy figure who had sneaked into Lin Feng's dormitory that night had handed to him.

Tucked inside were the irrefutable pieces of evidence that would nail Wu Sixun to the pillar of shame.

"What? The deacon was captured? And the Ministry of State Security has made a move?"

Wu Sixun finally realized the truth. To be able to enlist the Ministry of State Security and capture an elusive Asura Sect deacon meant that the mastermind plotting against him was none other than the God of War, Yun Qianshang.

Lin Feng was merely a figurehead pushed to the front stage by Yun Qianshang.

Wu Sixun's body swayed. He had thought he could secretly manipulate the Soaring Dragon Squad for his own use and even build a force capable of rivaling Yun Qianshang, only to realize that in the end, it was all an empty dream!

"Yun Qianshang! Get out here! Come out and face me! You were the one orchestrating all of this behind the scenes, weren't you? Very well, very well! I never imagined that in order to trip me up, you would actually not hesitate to sacrifice half of the Soaring Dragon Squad along with their instructor, all just to purge the aristocratic families' influence from the military. You are truly ruthless!"

With disheveled hair and looking completely deranged, Wu Sixun screamed and cursed at the surrounding space.

Such heart-piercing accusations would hardly be believed by anyone, yet some people's gazes still dimmed slightly.

Especially Wang Yinhu; he understood Yun Qianshang far too well. This brother of his had always achieved his goals by any means necessary, and Wang Yinhu could not guarantee that this fellow wouldn't sacrifice a few dozen elites just to purge the influence of the aristocratic families.

After all, the Soaring Dragon Squad was merely one of the four squads under his command.

Just as Wu Sixun was cursing at the sky and spouting wild rhetoric, a cold, clear voice suddenly rang out from outside the crowd:

"Wu Sixun, is this your ultimate purpose? Even in death, you still want to force me out? Setting aside the fact that everything you are saying is sheer nonsense—if slaughtering the lot of you could resurrect my soldiers, I would slaughter every single one of you without the slightest hesitation. Remember this: in my eyes, you are nothing more trash. Sacrifice my soldiers just to deal with you? You aren't worthy!"

Following the voice, the crowd turned to see a tall, impeccably proportioned, and strikingly handsome man in a general's service uniform walking over at a leisurely pace.

He carried a three-foot-long sword in his hand, surrounded by biting cold winds and a surging, oppressive aura of slaughter.

This person was none other than the God of War, Yun Qianshang!

"Hahaha! Yun Qianshang, you've finally come out! I thought you were going to play the coward forever. I, Wu Sixun, admit defeat to you today and accept it wholeheartedly. The only thing I refuse to accept is that you actually pushed a nobody onto the front stage. Could it be that this is how you humiliate your opponents?"

In Wu Sixun's eyes, his only true opponent had always been Yun Qianshang; Lin Feng was merely a puppet, a blade used for killing.

However, the corners of Yun Qianshang's mouth curved upward in a sneer of utter disdain:

"A nobody? Instructor Lin's swordsmanship is profound and unfathomable. Over the past few days, I have been studying it in secret, and every time I listen to his insights, I benefit immensely. If he is a nobody, then I, Yun Qianshang, am utterly unworthy of wielding a sword!"

"Today, I will let you witness the sword techniques I have learned from Instructor Lin over these past few days. Consider it my parting gift to send you off!"

Yun Qianshang shifted his stance, moving like a patch of white cloud soaring straight into the firmament. The three-foot sword in his hand flashed like a silver dragon amidst the celestial clouds, carrying an ethereal, profound aura that seemed capable of severing the boundary between the mortal realm and the netherworld.

"First form of the sword: A Single Sword Severing the World!"

This very technique was the swordsmanship Lin Feng had taught the reserve members of the Soaring Dragon Squad just days ago!